COIFFURE X, who goes to and fro into the village
and back to the farm on which he works, had a shock of hair that would have done credit to an old English sheepdog. There was, until recently, something decidedly sheepdog-like in his appearance, and as an example to his fellows he would have put a fashionable hair- dresser in despair, for his was by no stretch of imagination what could be called a coiffure, plentiful though his hair was. I have seen much tidier hayricks after a gale. The other day, however, I saw him coming down the road and he seemed a changed man. 'What hap- pened?' I inquired. 'He had a haircut,' I was told. 'Paid two shillin' for it an' made a shock- in' scene when he paid. No wonder, either. Hadn't had it cut by a barber in twenty or thirty years, but his ole lady's in hospital an' you can't cut your own hair with a pudden bowl, can you? What done him wasn't the two-shillin' touch but the fact that his hat didn't fit, no matter how much paper he stuffed in the linin'. If you want to annoy him just baa like a sheep when he goes past. He'll never get another haircut in the village!'
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